"You have a photo of Rao Xiakai's 'party' two days ago?" A man with a black hood and black leather gloves stared at the paparazzi with glasses in front of him.

"How do you know?" The paparazzi looked at the person in front of him with some vigilance. In the middle of the night, a guy in black clothes appeared at the door who looked like a good person no matter how he looked. If he was a person, he would be very vigilant.

"Five hundred thousand!" The man in black stretched out his hand and gestured.

"What, what!" The paparazzi subconsciously swallowed and spitted, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the man in black at the door.

Isn’t it normal to come to buy something like this in the middle of the night?

This is a good person!

Bad people should not be afraid!

I've been worrying too much!

"I want to see the money." The paparazzi licked his chapped lips, his voice a little hoarse.

The man in black pulled open his handbag and took it out and gently crushed it in his hand. The rustling sound of paper money rubbing was so pleasant, and the fragrance of ink floated in from the iron fence at the door. The paparazzi couldn't help but take a deep breath. This pile was 100,000!

The paparazzi immediately reached out and opened the door lock, and pushed it open with a flattering look on his face, "It's so cold outside, come in quickly, what's the point of coming in!"

The man in black walked in with the paparazzi and couldn't wait to say, "I'll look at the photos."

Without saying a word, the paparazzi rushed into his washing room. After Okinsuo left, he thought about selling more stores, so he washed several sets of photos, and was waiting for this time.

After taking the paparazzi's photo, the man in black looked through it, his hand suddenly paused, stared at one of them for a moment, and silently put the photo aside.

"How is it, you're still satisfied!" the paparazzi said nervously.

"Satisfied, count the money." The man in black took out 500,000 yuan but did not put it on the table at the first time. Instead, he continued to ask: "Have you sold the photos to Dagenshuo before?"

"No, no!" The paparazzi subconsciously began to deny it, fearing that the other party would regret it because they thought it was not exclusive.

The man in black sneered and stood up, took the money and stuffed it into his bag, "It was only when I saw the photos in Dagenshuo's hand that I knew you had one. Since you don't tell the truth, forget it!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I sold it to him, but that bastard only gave me 50,000 yuan!" As he said, the paparazzi's face was full of misunderstandings.

"Have you given it all?"

"I gave it to him!"

"Okay." The man in black threw the money on the ground casually, and the paparazzi pounced on him like a real dog, and he could not hear the change in the man's tone at all.

The man looked at the paparazzi lying on the ground to pick up money, pulled his hand with black leather gloves, and a steel wire appeared in his hand, and he suddenly put it around the paparazzi's neck and pulled it hard...

...

Rich nightclub.

Chen Wensong, who had been in Hong Kong for a week, is leaving tomorrow. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered that he had not done his job yet. He took advantage of the time when Wang Yaozu saw him off and prepared to ask a few questions...

Chen Wensong, who was obviously much haggard, spoke a little weakly, "Brother Yao, as an open window, our Pengcheng has received unanimous praise from all over the world. The bureau was thinking that since there is a mobile phone "big brother" on Hong Kong Island, see if we can directly introduce it to Pengcheng."

"Do you think this thing is good to introduce, whether it is technically difficult, and the price is also the price. I think it's very expensive here in Hong Kong."

"It's not difficult in technology, it's not a big problem. If it's more expensive, what's the point? I'll say that. You only have 20,000 or even 30,000 yuan per unit. You can sell it in Pengcheng. You have used your big brother these days. Don't you feel convenient??"

"This is really convenient, it's just that the battery is not used!" Chen Wensong nodded, "Then I understand, I will write a report when I go back."

In fact, even if Wang Yaozu did not intervene, in two years, Pengcheng will build a 900,900MHz analog mobile phone network by the end of 1987. However, Wang Yaozu is here, and Pengcheng Post and Telecommunications have enjoyed the sweetness of BP machines in advance, the time is just two years ahead of schedule.

After a few words, everyone started drinking again. Chen Wensong thought about it and suddenly said to Wang Yaozu: "I like this girl Jialing very much, but I can't take her to the north. Brother Yao, see, can you arrange it for me?"

"No, this makes love?" Wang Yaozu looked at Chen Wensong up and down, which was quite incredible.

"Ahem." Chen Wensong felt a little embarrassed, but it was the first time a girl was with him. Besides, it was indeed in line with Chen Wensong's aesthetic view, young, beautiful, and good figure!

In China, in this era, let alone looking for mistresses, it is not convenient to go out for a job. It was only when I came to Hong Kong Island that I opened the door to a new world for Chen Wensong. Chen Jialing really fascinated Lao Chen. Compared with this, the yellow-faced woman at home is simply...

This little girl is about the same age as her daughter. Cough cough, it's very good and suitable for long-term holding!

"What identity do you plan to arrange, your wife?" Wang Yaozu was quite curious.

"No, this is not suitable. I am not from Hong Kong. Well, just fuck my daughter." Chen Wensong pondered for a while and said.

"Cough, cough cough." Wang Yaozu didn't breathe and kept coughing. Madonna next to him immediately handed over a glass of water.

The entertainment industry is indeed very entertaining. Did the ‘Does, Daughter’ have it so early? Is it more charming when it is penetrated...

"Damn, daughter, okay, I'll make arrangements for you to ensure that he will keep you as good as jade." Wang Yaozu said very understandingly.

Chen Jialing's face turned red when she heard this. Wang Yaozu and Chen Wensong looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Several people were chatting, and during this period, Hong Jinbao asked tentatively, "It seems that Uncle Shao Liu has never mentioned the transfer again."

"Don't worry, I have already negotiated with Old Man Shao. The deal of hundreds of millions is not that fast. You can shoot it with peace of mind. Your number of scenes will be indispensable when it is released."

"Brother Yao, it's amazing!" Hong Jinbao picked up a glass of wine and laughed: "From the future, Brother Yao will become the emperor of the entertainment industry. Please take care of His Majesty in the future!"

"Return to the emperor." Wang Yaozu smiled and shook his head, "What, can you still get me a 72 concubine in three palaces and six courtyards!"

"This is not simple!" Sammo Hung waved his hand, "As long as Brother Yao nods, tomorrow, Hong Kong Island and even Southeast Asia, those who are doing movies can hold a beauty pageant for Brother Yao, and choose whatever you want."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Zhou Hong's eyes were even more envious. It was indeed true to choose the entertainment industry, it was very cool!

"Come on." Wang Yaozu smiled and shook his head, "Forget it, I haven't lived enough yet!"

"I said to Mr. Zhou, brother, I would like to give you a piece of advice. I don't know how precious the essence is when I am young. When I am old, I cry. It's precious, precious!" Wang Yaozu put his arm on Zhou Hong's shoulder and smiled.

Everyone burst into laughter again.

"By the way, Sister Mei, ask you something."
Chapter completed!